Chapter 30: Fighting

Yang Jian couldn't see the battle between Mo Dumping Chi and Xiao Tears, but he was sure that the fight between the two was absolutely shocking, and it could even be regarded as earth-shattering.

-- In the past three hundred years, there have been few duels that can compare to the duel between Mo Pouring Pool and Xiao Tears and Blood, and the only regret is that he can't witness this duel with his own eyes, he can only use his body, his ears, his hearing, and his feelings to experience this wonderful duel that is rare to see in a hundred years.

The wind was like a knife, it was not a cold wind, but a biting cold wind from the weapon, which seeped into his body inch by inch, and a heart-piercing pain poured into his mind. He could clearly hear that the weapons of the two had clashed, and they had definitely not touched his whole body, but the pain in his body was also real, very real.

It's as realistic as a knife or sword slashing at you.

Now the most important thing he wanted to do was to open his eyes and witness this duel with his own eyes, but he didn't dare, he didn't want to die now, so he could only close his eyes and imagine this rare duel in ancient and modern times.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a moment, maybe thousands of years have passed, Yang Jian only heard thirteen 'clang' sounds like gold cracking stones from the clash of weapons, and then all the sounds stopped, and he only heard the sound of rain falling outside the window.

The rain was pouring down, and a rare decisive battle in ancient and modern times came to an end in front of a blind man.

There is only the sound of rain and wind, and the heaven and earth are dead and silent, just like falling into a static dry sea of death, there is no passage of time, no transformation of space, only death, only eternal and endless death.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, he didn't know how long he had been in this atmosphere, but he really couldn't help it, it was a very difficult thing for a strong person to let a person who could be seen be a blind person, he decided to open his eyes, use his eyes to see everything that could have been seen, and see this duel.

Now he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to take a look at this duel, this duel between Mo Dumping Pool and Xiao Tear Blood, and at the same time take a look at the weapon that was known as the most terrifying and powerful weapon in the heavens and on the earth.

Just look at it, no matter what, even if he dies immediately, he is willing.

――A normal person who is not blind, after being blind for a long time, he will naturally have many thoughts that he usually does not dare to give birth to, isn't this the case with Yang Jian now?

Therefore, Yang Jian opened his eyes, his eyes widened, he swept over the two people who were fighting, and also swept over this spirit house where there was an incomparable terrifying fierce battle, he was surprised, surprised, and anxious, with a very incredible look on his face, it was like seeing a fierce ghost who had been hungry for three months and then ate for three months, at this time, it was difficult to describe the look on his face in any words.

It's both incredible and terrifying, and it's hard for anyone who hasn't seen this scene to imagine this scene, the scene after this decisive battle.

A voice sounded at this time, a very untimely voice, but it was also the sound of the final word, the sound of the coffin.

"Can you leave Chang'an now?"

Xiao Tear's subordinates do not leave anyone alive, any opponent who faces Xiao Tear's blood is already dead, and the tone of the person who said this sentence is casual and bright, obviously not Xiao Tear's low and slightly cold tone, the person who spoke is naturally not Xiao Tear Blood, but the ink pouring pool, which has recently become famous in the rivers and lakes and is famous in the rivers and lakes with the help of Chu Liuxiang's name.

Naturally, Mo Dumping Chi would not talk to a dead person, and he would not waste his strength talking to a dead person, so Xiao Tear did not die. Xiao looked at Mo Dump Chi with tears in his eyes, he couldn't believe why Mo Dump Chi didn't kill him, Mo Dump Chi should have killed him, but why didn't he kill him?

Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai, the two of them have already sat down, and the place where they sat down is naturally not Zhuo Donglai's house, but the residence of Butterfly Dance, who is the first person in the world, Butterfly Dance is making tea for Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai, and Han Zhang, who is ready to rescue Butterfly Dance and leave Chang'an, is honestly sitting within reach of Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai.

Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun didn't tie him up, nor did they seal his acupoints, he could run, but he didn't dare to run, and he didn't have the slightest certainty to run, not to mention that he didn't know what would happen to Butterfly Dance if he ran away? He didn't care about Butterfly Dance, but Butterfly Dance was the person Zhu Meng, the master of the Lion Hall, cared about the most, he was Zhu Meng's subordinate, and he was also a subordinate who respected him very much and was willing to die for Zhu Meng, so how could he go? He could only sit and wait for Zhuo Donglai, who had already regarded him as a cow and sheep and had absolute judgment power. Sima Chaoqun put him on trial.

Sima Chaoqun did not move Han Zhang, but moved Han Zhang, one of the four most powerful subordinates under his old enemy Zhu Meng. He hadn't even looked at Han Zhang a few times since Han Zhang was captured, at this moment he only wanted to know one thing: why was Zhuo Donglai so sure that if Mo Dumping met Xiao Tear, he would definitely win and not lose?

Zhuo Donglai has never hidden it from Sima Chaoqun, in fact, he has only Sima Chaoqun in his life, who can speak and say everything, so as long as Sima Chaoqun asks something, then he will definitely not hide it.

It hadn't changed before when his relationship with Sima Chaoqun was at its most tense, and this time it was the same, he still said his own opinion, a point of view that Sima Chaoqun sounded a little incredible.

Zhuo Donglai said: "In addition to Xiao Tear Blood's knowledge of Mo Dump Chi's martial arts moves and weapons, Ink Dump Chi also has one of the biggest advantages, that is, Mo Dump Chi is not holding the most terrifying weapon in the sky and on the ground, so I believe that Mo Tilt Chi will definitely win." ”

Sima Chaoqun was stunned, at this moment, if anyone heard Zhuo Donglai's words, I am afraid that they would also be stunned, could it be that the disadvantage in weapons would also become an advantage in victory? It was Ma Chao who did not understand, and it would be difficult for anyone to understand this sentence for a while.

But isn't the duel that has now been decided already proving this ridiculous-sounding view?

The scene in front of him was absolutely unbelievable for Yang Jian, he was already very, very familiar with this fine house, it could be said that he knew everything in the room moving, and the room at this time was definitely the room in his memory.

Except for the chair that had turned into powder behind Xiao Tears, the up and down of the room were exactly the same as before Xiao Tears and Blood Ink Pool appeared in the room, which means that the furnishings in the room had not moved at all, and they were still exactly the same as before.

But how could it be exactly the same? He couldn't believe his eyes, he even thought his eyes were wrong. He had obviously felt the sharp edge of the two men's weapons whip up a violent hurricane, making his whole body almost like a knife, and logically speaking, the room was definitely in shambles.

But the powdered chair that had been unexpectedly unexpectedly changed in the slightest? Could it be that everything just now was just an illusion.

Could it be that the thirteen clashing sounds of weapons in my ears are just conjectures born out of my fear? Yang Jian had an incredible look on his face, not only did he not believe his eyes now, but he didn't even believe his ears.

A peerless rare and terrifying fierce duel, a duel that has already divided the winner and can even be said to be able to see life and death can make the surrounding environment so normal, it is as calm as before the duel, how is this possible, Yang Jian is incredible, but looking at the scene in front of him, recalling the terrible feeling when he closed his eyes before, he can't help but believe that there was definitely an incomparably terrifying and thrilling duel just now, this duel has led to the current Mo Dumping Pool has occupied a dominant position, Xiao Tear Blood, who is holding the most terrible box in the sky and on the ground, although he is not dead, he has been defeated。

Xiao looked at Mo Dump Chi with tears in his eyes, he still held a weapon in his hand, originally his weapon should be disassembled at this moment and put it back in the box again, originally the person in front of him should have died, but the weapon was still in his hand, the opponent in front of him was not dead, all of this could only prove one thing he didn't want to admit but had to admit - he was defeated.

He looked at the ink pool, and he didn't know how long he was silent, but finally his wrist shook, and immediately the delicate and complex weapon in his hand, with at least three weapon functions, had been dismantled and put into the old flat box that made many people frightened.

He stared at the calm Mo Dumping Pool, and said slowly, "I'm defeated. ”

This sentence was still as low and cold as the voice just now, but there was a lack of a high-mindedness in the voice that Yang Jian had heard before, but with an unprecedented tiredness and an indescribable unwillingness.

But what if he was unwilling, he lost, he did lose.

The voice finally reached Yang Jian's mind, he was happy but a little disbelieving, but now he could only believe that there was indeed a terrible duel just now, a duel that did not disturb this fine house.

Xiao's tearful voice fell, and the moment he landed, another thing appeared that made him feel incredible, he found that his chuang suddenly sank, sinking at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, his eyes also saw an almost strange picture.

The tables, chairs, and teapots around it, all but the house, cracked inch by inch like snow on the ground and sunlight, and turned into one piece after another in an instant at an extremely fast speed, and then turned into powder.

This thing that only appeared in legends appeared, appeared in front of him, and at this moment he even suspected that Xiao Tear Blood's words were like the will of the gods, and when the words fell, the room suddenly underwent unprecedented earth-shaking changes.

But after all, he still knew that it was not because of Xiao's tears, but because of the duel, the duel that he didn't have the edge to see.

Although the duel didn't seem to disturb any of the decorations in the Ashram, in fact, the terrifying sword aura displayed on the weapons of the two had already invaded and corroded the furniture in the Ashram from the inside when the two of them were fighting, so it only took a time, a point of destruction, and everything would be turned into fragments and powder.

Yang Jian had already stood up, he patted the dust on his body gently, at this moment he really regretted it, he regretted why he listened to Xiao Tears and Blood so much and closed his eyes, if time could come again, he would rather be killed by Xiao Tears and Blood than see this battle, and see this incomparably wonderful and wonderful battle. (To be continued.) )